Treatment is over...
Monday, March 11, 2013
Today was the last day of 3 days of IVIG in the hospital. The worst day for me. It's so very strange how I get so excited for the final day jsut for the worst experience of all. Why even bother with the excitement? Excuse me if this is not an inspiring happy go lucky blog. You see i have hair on my arms. I wear the same iv for 3 days and wear it home for 2 nights. They tell me they sue paper tape. I accuse them of being Sadists and using Duct Tape on me. I hear them smile in their voice. Little Debbie can't see the difference in the two types of tape. Well this time the male nurse wrapped this Duct tape round and round my arm securing the iv in place. Robert walked in the room to take me home and i am all teary eyed and he asked What's wrong?" Geez... I began swearing at the nurse to have her do it faster and easier but no she pulls and pulls and pulls. I start jumping and grabbing for anything to get hold of.... "Gee Debbie. Who ever thought you knew words like that? You're such a sweet lady"... blah blah blah
Then a fire alarm went off and when she went out she said stay here till we give you other directions. So here we were held up on my release out of the hospital because of a fire and i was on the 2nd floor. This was not a smiling da for me but i did not panick. However I was a tad bit nervous. Because the staff looked like zombies at every door, stairway and entrance I felt it was a staged fire drill. We did not see flames or smoke but saw many fire trucks.
And how was your day?